A sharp edged, moonless night
of cold air where no cold should be
or hammers dropping like gods
before the sickles of human whims
as they move off to sleep
in comfortable beds
and deep covers
and their double-paned windows
closed to keep out foreign air
like we close borders
to keep out foreigners
in poverty on an earth
where no poverty would be
if it weren’t for ignorant, closing eyes
that could care less about lives
so long as they get their sleep
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